I'm dark and twisted.
Life is happening. For better or for worse, it's happening. Things change, people change, cultures reject, tears fall. God is not revealing His plan to me in my timing and things appear to be spiraling out of control.
How do I cope? Do I run or hide? Or do I confront and move on?
In a few hours I'll be boarding a plane to Kuwait.
I remember the first time I ever heard of Kuwait was in 1991 in a bar in New Orleans. Since I was only 9, it's doubtful that it was a bar - but that's how I remember it. The war was all over the news and I remember the tv above the bar. Strange - it seems as though I'm running from the dark and twisted to this memory - for a holiday.
Dark and twisted.
That's how I feel.
Moral of the story: Airports have Starbucks, Latte's soothe.